Phew! How I miss my beloved Davos and the smell of money. Then I return home to the grind, and you know what? I think I cannot survive without mentioning the Family. Gosh, I dare not make this confession in public but only in this secret diary. I gnash my teeth, pull my hair, jump up and down in frustration and then it was back to normal. O, thank you Diary.
Yet, some friends told me I could be overdoing these things. In a recent column, I mentioned ‘sycophants’ nearly a dozen times, announced that Jairam Ramesh was a relatively intelligent sycophant (a bit of an oxymoron there, if you get what I mean), dynasties, empress, frustrated flunky, media sycophants, sick-making sycophancy (solve that!). It was quite tough competing with NaMo in ‘Operation Abuse’. His was coarse and ‘full of historical blunders’, mine purely ‘intellectual’. He puts his foot into his mouth every time he opens it, I just nibble at one of the delicately painted toenails. My friends in the media (not many in that jungle of sycophants) tell me I wake up screaming that the nation had been taken over by media sycophants. Phew, that would be like one of these horror movies and takeovers by aliens.
The Relatively Intelligent Sycophant said that unlike NaMo, Rahul Gandhi (I have not decided what kind of a sycophant he is) was not bothered with the 2014 polls because he was aiming for the future. I mentioned that if Modi began talking about 2019, the BJP would throw him into a loony bin. I stand corrected. They would understand it was one more example of blundermouth bombast! Watching mobs cheering Modi, I get scared that he will soon be blessed with more sycophants than the Empress and her family. That would be the final straw, blunting the edge of my attack (I may settle down in Davos).
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